The One Everyone Wants
“He’s the guy I’ve been talking about for all these months,” I said, nodding my head toward a muscular young stud standing against the back wall of the bar. “I haven’t seen him in maybe half a year.”
“Forget it,” said Stan. “Everyone wants him.”
“That’s Aaron,” my buddy John said to me and our other friends, Mike and Stan. “He’s incredible.”
“Yeah, he is,” I said. Aaron was on the short side with a dirty blond buzz cut. He wore a USMC t-shirt that revealed bulging biceps. It was stretched across an impressive chest. His blue jeans looked incredibly tight. I’d seen him from the back before, and either he wore some kind of underwear that made his butt look perfect or he had the best ass I’d ever seen.
“You don’t have a chance,” Stan said. “He told me I was too old
